Luscious Lust

Chapter 31 - Alternate Ending

Counter-cursing the Killing Spell while throwing himself into my path, Lucius makes it ricochet back onto Triston, and the Death Eater falls in a heap of black demise on the ground. The remaining group of the Dark Lord's followers gasp in shock at the impossibility of what Lucius just did.
Before they manage to react, Lucius gets up and lifts his wand while chanting a terrible, tantalizing spell. I look from my dark hero to the gang of Voldemort's mask wearing servants. They shatter into nothing within seconds, disappearing like dust in the wind, and we're left alone, only Triston's fallen body lying a few feet away.
I'm utterly astound. What did I just witness? What just happened? I should be dead. 

Lucius lowers his wand, turing to face me. He's pale like the moon, beads of sweat running down his face, but his eyes. Oh, his eyes. The silver blue is smothered by pits of endless darkness.
"Lucius?" I ask, my voice barely a whisper.
He tilts his head in a wicked manner, and I though I mean not to fear him, I do.
I stumble to my feet after having been floored by Lucius' rescue move and counter-curse. Shaky I stand before my husband, his black eyes raking over me. I shiver uncontrollably, and not because of the winter weather. It's not Lucius standing before me. It cannot be. 

Still, I take a step forward. And another one. Whoever or whatever's taken residence in his body, will not linger long, I will make it go away. I will make my Lucius come back to me.
"Lucius," I say again, my voice sounding stronger. "Lucius, my love," I murmur.
He tilts his head the other way, and I raise my hand to rest it on his rugged cheek, carefully caressing it, my fingers tracing his jawline, coming to rest under his chin. "Lucius," I say again. "It's me, Marcella. I'm here. You're here. We're safe. They're gone. You made them go away. We don't have to hide anymore. It's over." I take another step up to him, standing so close to his body. His breathing is shallow, his lean figure rigid. I slide my hand to the back of his neck, to bring his face closer to mine. I make myself look into the pools of complete blackness. "Come back to me," I whisper, my eyes tearing up. "Come back to me, my love. I cannot live without you. I love you, I love you, I love you!" I almost shout the last declaration before I press my lips to his. I'm a witch, I live in a world of magic, I am magic. And I will bring my love back to me. I will bring him from the darkness that has entrapped him, I will restore the man who has promised to love me till death do us part. We're still alive when neither of us should be. I was the target of the Killing Curse. No one survives the Killing Curse! And Lucius flung himself between me and certain death. And he's still here. He's still in there! 

I kiss him fiercely, feverishly. When I open my eyes, his ones are still black, but his body has mellowed. Suddenly his arms come about me, embracing me. "Lucius?" I ask. His lips to mine is all the answer I need. "Ahhh, I knew you'd come back," I cry with joy as his mouth clash against my parted lips, his tongue drawing a moan loud enough to wake the dead. To wake Triston.
"Lucius, wait!" I say and grab his shoulders. When our eyes meet, I sigh with such great relief at the familiar sight. At Lucius' icy blue eyes.
"Marcella," he purrs. "My heart, my soul, my love eternal."
I start to cy anew, buy with such gladness, my surviving soul feels like levitating from the lifting of the heavy burden that was brought onto us.
"What happened? What did you do?" I ask, looking at Triston's fallen form.
"I told you I have a vast knowledge of the Dark Arts. I have studied it with great interest for countless years. Understanding the power of the dark makes me fear it less. Not to use, but to know. To know the demons, my demons. I cannot change what I've done, make the wrongs right, even this." He gestures to Triston's remains. To the empty space that was occupied by Death Eaters mere minutes ago. "I might be one of the last wizards that know how to do what I just did. And the cost."
"What cost?" I ask.
"A life for a life, my dear," Lucius says, running his fingers along my cheek. "I cannot create another life with you. That gift has been revoked."
My breath hitches at his words, and I let them sink in, the meaning of them, realizing the meaning of them, and the fact that I don't care. I only care that Lucius is alive. He's my world.
"All I want is you, Lucius. It's all I've ever wanted," I declare as I throw my arms around him, kissing him sultry.
Lucius lifts me up and brings me into the cottage, laying me down on the bed, his weight pleasanty crushing me, letting me embrace his fit form and the reality that we've fought death and darkness, and have survived. His very body against mine is proof of life and endless love.I claw at his clothes, at my own. I cannot feel his bare skin against mine soon enough. I want to melt into him, to feel him inside me. He kisses my neck, nipping at my skin, biting down on my left nipple to my great delight. He's tender and tough, he's magic and might, and when his manhood stretches me to fit him, I welcome the rapture he's conjuring with his hard thrusts and the immense pleasurable tension growing between us. I moan loudly, chanting his name, my hands running up and down his back, nails marking him, marking the night we both survied. Lucius growls with satisfaction as he comes to the sounds of my own release, my body soaring with elation. "Ahhhh," I purr.
"Mmmmm," Lucius replies and lower himself onto me. "My darling, Marcella." He looks into my eyes. "I heard you, you know, from wherever the spell sent me, from what darkness had me in it's grasp. You brought me back. You saved me."
I caress his back. "From the curse you used on the rest of the Death Eaters?" I ask.
"Yes, it's a most foul spell. To send others into nothingness, is to embrace the infinite nothingness. I dispered more than fifteen wizards and witches, turning them into dust, into nothing. And a part of me followed," he explains.
"I looked into your eyes," I start saying. "There was nothing but blackness. Nothing of you. But I knew you would return to me. I knew I'd find a way to bring you back no matter the cost. I will always risk heaven and hell to find you, to be with you. Always."
"Always," Lucius says, bringing his lips to mine. "My Marcella." 

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Five years later 

I watch her run around in the garden. She's happy and full of life, her long, silver blonde hair shining in the sunlight. Lucia. My daughter. Lucius' daughter. 

"From darkness is born a great light to survive the black nothingness," Lucius said when this marvel of a girl came into this world.
It shouldn't be possible. It contradicts all the laws of magic and the price of great use, whether it's for good or evil. But it must be the mixture of the deep dark and the luscious light of the world, the wrongs somehow made right, the love eternal burning bright.
"Magic works in mysterious ways," I said when baby Lucia was placed in my arms. 

We sit on the lawn behind the manor, the very place where Lucius asked me to marry him almost seven years ago. I'm wrapped in his embrace, as we listen to Lucia laugh.
"My girls," Lucius says lovingly. "My magical wife, and my miraculous daughter. I am truly blessed."
I turn around to give him a kiss. "May the slumbering darkness forever be kept at bay."
"With the luminous glow you two have, it will shield our world from it, forever and always," Lucius says, giving me a soft, yet sultry, kiss.
"If not, our passion sure will," I laugh and we roll onto the blanket, all arms and legs.
"Mommy, mommy, daddy!" Lucia shouts as she comes running towards us, and we straighten our handsy display.
"Yes, Lucia," I say and smile.
"Look what I found!" she says excitedly, and hands me a flower. "What's it called?" she asks.
"It's a lilly," I tell her.
"It's pretty," Lucia smiles. "Like you, mommy."
"Like you both," Lucius says.
Lucia sits down on Lucius' lap, and he puts an arm around me.
"Safe," I think to myself. "We're all alive and safe. Whatever comes next, we will face it, and endure it. Nothing can break us. We've stared into the abyss, and ascended."
I give Lucius a kiss, and run my fingers through Lucia's hair. "My heart, my soul, the magic in my veins," I say and look at them both.
Lucia just gives me a wondering look, but Lucius knows. He feels the same way. Forevermore.

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I hope you like this alternate ending. I've been meaning to rewrite the ending for ages, but could never come up with something that just said *click*. But last week I did. Of course I wanted Luicus to survive! And he did <3